Shit. Damron had said no one would be able to hear or know he was there.
I don’t know what to think right now about all of this.
Shaking my head, I hold onto my grandfather hoping that all works out. I need Pyro.
My only saving grace right now is that in my grandfather’s embrace, the fire that has been burning inside me eases, and there are no desires for anything else.
Neither of us speaks, but after a good two minutes, we’re hit with the sudden sounds of an outright war happening outside. I want to see what’s happening, but Baba doesn’t let me. We stay planted right in the hallway, watching as Pyro’s brothers rush out of their rooms and through the door of mine to see what the hell is going on.
The fight sounds deadly and seems to go on forever. By the time everything goes silent, I’m a trembling mess. No one says a word, and I’m left wondering what has happened. I’m too afraid to reach for Pyro through the bond. Scared that he won’t answer in return.
“Son,” I hear Baba call out, and open my eyes to see who he’s talking to. I’ve heard him call pretty much every man in the club ‘Son’.
Suddenly, Pyro is standing in front of me, arms reaching for me, and I immediately fall into them as my grandfather lets me go. I don’t care that my manis covered in blood. It doesn’t matter because he’s standing here whole for me to touch, to feel.
“It’s done, Sweets.” That’s all he says and kisses the top of my head.
I hold him tighter, not wanting to let him go. This man, he’s all I need. All I want. To hell with everything else. Pyro is the love of my life, and I’ll be damned if I let him go.
NINETEEN
PYRO
With Carinaalready settled in a new room here at the hotel, Clay in her room, keeping an eye on his granddaughter as she sleeps, I head for Heat’s room.
After the fight with the bastard that I share blood with, I didn’t want to leave my woman, especially with her in heat. It’s not something I expected to happen. I wasn’t even thinking about the possibility of her going through something so strenuous. It typically doesn’t happen until six months to a year after a mating. It must have to do with her carrying the dragon mark.
I took the time, we both needed it, to shower and fuck, ease the tension in both of us. It won’t beenough, but she needs her rest. When she wakes up, I know she’ll need me.
First, I have to help my club. We gotta talk. Figure out what the game plan is for our next move. The sun is already starting to set over the mountain range, and I need to get this done and get back to Carina. As much as the club needs me, my mate does as well.
Especially with what she’s going through right now. My brothers would all understand. They know shit like this happens, and none of them would be pissed for putting her first.
I knock on Heat’s door and wait for someone to open it. Everyone’s already there and waiting, to my surprise, my father is also there.
“What are you doing here?”
“Wanted to check on you. Make sure you and your mate are okay.” I want to be pissed at him for what he says, but I can’t find it in me to do so. “Also wanted to let you know that I went through your mother’s journals, alongside all of your grandparents. She made notes of everything she did. Every deal she made.”
“Did she have anything on Kinley in there?” I ask.
“She did.” He nods and glances around the room. “She told them they could stay there as long as they liked, as she said to us and made the ward that would warn them the moment one of you enteredShiverborn. She also mentioned that they had a plan to go back to Windsor. Kinley was fully transformed into what they all are. Esme, well, she allowed Kinley to feast on two of the witches in Esme’s coven. They were killed. It’s written that she’s their pet, and they’re training her to be one of their own. Esme watched them all fuck her and bled them all as they did so.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Flame growls.
“Bleeding people as they are in the throes of sex is a powerful mix. The endorphins alone flowing through the blood make for a powerful spell,” Brimstone answers.
“How the fuck do you know that?” Fire grunts.
Brimstone shrugs. “Mom’s a witch. Well, she was. She refuses to cast any longer. Says it’s too dangerous. But she still does other things.”
“Your VP is right about the blood. I believe she intended to use it on Pyro in the spell she intended to do.”
“The price she would have asked me to pay,” I grumble.
“Yes.” My dad nods with a grimace. “She was always good at manipulation. Always had to get something out of whatever and get her way.”
“Well, she’s a charred corpse now.” The words are harsh, just the way I mean them to be.
